A Cup Runs Over Poem by Frederick Kesner

A Cup Runs Over

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The well has not gone dry,
less frequented maybe
by both the drawers and
the occasional passersby.

The stones are loose;
between them, mortar dissolves-
by clement or contrary
weather on seasonal cue.

The vessel is parched
and longs for its lover
by pulley once lowered
its rope frayed with disuse.

Monday, October 12, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 26 August 2011

Superb write and the theme is excellent here.Well done Sir.

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Cory Caudill 13 May 2011

I like the way this poem kind of leaves you to think about the different meanings it could have.

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Wayne Bowen 25 December 2009

Very nice. Wanting attention like it use to be. Good thought.

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Frederick Kesner

St. Thomas University Hospital
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